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Ron looked mordifide at my question but when Crow laughed louder he relaxed a bit. "Huh. Odd sense of humor you two have."

You have no idea. Ka flew toward me and landed on my shoulder. Weird walking dead.

Oh, shut. It's not like thay can understand you. I got some rather odd looks from the trio, Harry was giving me a somewhat nervous smile. "Damn bird, always making a fuss."

"Is there a bird version of pausiltounge?" Harry asked Hermoine as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I'll have to find out," she stopped as a rather small man came up to me.

"You must be Miss Knives," I nodded at the squeeky voice. "The Headmaster asked me to Charm this for you. I'm afraid you all missed the meal but your teacher already knows the reason. Oh, and this is for Crow," he handed a bag of books to my companion and held up a chalise to me. "I'm Proffesor Flitwick. If it should run out, nearly impossible mind you, just bring it to me and I will renew the charm. Wingardium Leviosa," the chalise flaoted up to hover in front of my chest. "Forgive me but I must be off, I have class to attend to," before I could speak the little teacher was off, rushing up the stairs. "Since the boy has no set classes yet, you can follow these three to theirs."

"Proffesor?" I blinked as Crow addressed the teacher. "Thank you," I looked at him in confusion and he just smiled. "You might not know where we are, but I do," he chuckled as he ruffled through the bag before throwing it over his shoulder. "So, what's our next class?" He nodded toward the chalise still floating in front of me and I caustiously wrapped my fingers around it.

It instantly filled with a dark red liquid that could only be..,"Blood," all but inaudible to even the keenest ears. I saw Crow's head tilt a fraction of a degree, as if he had heard it and started ushering our guides on with questions about a 'You-Know-Who' and which classes they were taking. I slowly followed and quickly drained the chalise, animal. 'I should've guessed.' It refilled as quickly as I could drink it.

The chalise finally stopped refilling when we reached the floor our quides appearently wanted. Crow glanced at me and smiled, "So, what's our next class?"

"Ah, there you three are," a man came up to us, he wore rather shabby robes and had grey flecked light brown hair. "Oh, Headmaster warned me you two might be observing, class is this way," the trio looked as if they were going to ask a question but quickly followed. Crow took my chalise and stuffed it into his bag before dragging me along after them.

"What do you think of him?" Crow asked, for enough away that no one could hear.

"Wolf."

"That's Proffesor Lupin for you," he gave me a smile the cheshiar cat would be proud of and pulled me along as they rounded a corner.

"Thank you for watching the class for a moment Snape," the man from last night stood up me his expression into a death glare and I couldn't help but smile as he passed me.

"How's the ribs?" He stopped, giving a cringe s his shoulders stopped a fraction of a second after his to Proffesor Lupin.

"They have an essay on fear due next class. It seemed they couldn't keep their questions to themselves about todays lesson," with that he was off.

"A class a fear? Things sure have changed," Crow started laughing at my comment and shook his head.

"No, it's not that. If memory serves, they are having a lesson on a creature that uses fear, much like you, against its opponent."

Proffessor Lupin looked almost startled at Crow, but quickly smiled and patted Crow's shoulder, "You know much for one so young, but you are quite right, Do you know the name of what we are having a lesson on?" I followed Lupin's vision over to a wardrobe, the door started rattling as if something was trapped within.

Crow looked as if he was trying to remember something, "Bo...ggart? I think that's how it's pronounced."

"I knew there was a reason the Headmaster had you trailling third years," Lupin gave a soft chuckle and walked over to continue with the lesson.

I watched Crow as he listened attentively to Lupin's lesson. Once Lupin opened the door, everyone gathered to see the Boggart. Crow had to push between two boys to be able to see. "Your curiousity will get the best of you one day," I whispered as Lupin told them all to give some space. "So what is your fear?" Another whisper as Lupin asked the boy standing in front of the wardrobe the same thing. Crow flashed me a terrifidle look and quickly looked back as Snape came out of the wardrobe, "Interesting."

"R...r...riddikulus!" The boy squeeked as Snape was suddenly dressed in a green dress with accesories that included a fur scarf, feathered hat and red handbag. Crow's sudden laughter caused the Boggart to look at him, Crow froze as Snape suddenly turned into... I was suddenly pinned to the wall, I couldn't move.

"No Knives!" I looked up into the face of a man that was too familiar for comfort. Only the pain caused me to realize that I was aboe the floor, pinned by the wooden bolt that had been driven through my chest. "Knives," a whisper as the man was throan back by an unseen force. Crow stood before me, trying to get me down. I couldn't voice that I was alright, the bolt wouldn't let me take the breathe needed to speak. "Knives?" I could see him giving up, I reached out and laid a weak hand on his shoulder.

I pushed him away as hard as I could, he barly fell back away from me. My blood was all over him, I had feed too much to keep from bleeding, I could've already infected him. 'Why do I have to be so damn different?!' I retched the bolt from my chest and fell to my knees when it came free of the wall. "Alright?" I gasped when I could take the breathe. "Hurt? Different?" 'I don't know what will happen to the boy if he's infected, I've never let anyone get that close that close when I was injured.'

"You're ok?" Crow grabbed me arounf the shoulders even as I tried to push him away. "I thought he had killed you."

"Others safe?" The wound was healing, I no longer had to gasp to speak.

"Yeah, Lupin rushed them out as soon as you were attacked."

"Are you alright?" The one in question crouched beside me. "I've never known that the happen." He held out his hand and helped me to my feet.

"The Boggart?" I almost didn't want to let his hand go, he was a wolf and his presence was comforting at this hectic time.

"Gone. Whatever the boy did got rid of it," he looked at my hand adn back at me, I let go.

"No, Crow! My blood, we have to get you clean."

"What blood?" Lupin looked at Crow, confused. There wasn't any on him.

"I'm too late. Crow, do you feel ok? Is anything different? Any pain? Anything at all?"

"Knives, I'm fine! You're the one that just got staked to the wall! Are you ok?" He looked so pale it ws accually scaring me. His eyes drooped as color started to show in his cheeks, at first I thought is indicated health, but then he broke into a cold sweat, "So hot," he collapsed into a shaking fit as I caught him. His skin felt as cold as death.

"What's going on? Is everyone alright?" I turned to see Albus, Minerva and Snape flanking the inside of the door.

"He's been infected," at my answer all their eyes turned to Lupin. "NO! By me."

"Get him to Mademe Pomprey. NOW!" Albus's bellow caused me to cringe and I nodded as a thought took me next to an empty bed in the hospital wing.

"Mademe, please, Crow needs help!"

"Coming," the motherly woman rushed over with an arm full of blankets and a bottle of some sort. "Get him warm," she dumped the blankets into my arm and quickly poured a glass of a light blue liquid. (A/N: I couldn't find an appropret potion so I gave an educated guess at one)

"He said he was hot," the look she gave me silenced my protest and I quickly tucked in Crow with as many blankets as I could. Somehow, she got him to down the glass of liquid and left the bottle and glass with the instructions that should he wake, make him drink more.

I sat down next to his bad adn laid against it, "Thrice damned. I never should've taken in this child. I've created a pet. Damn you father, why couldn't you have finished me when I was born?" That was how Albus found me, wallowing in self-damnation and grief.

I looked up at him with sorrow filled eyes adn his just twinkled back at me. "It seems no amount of punishment could hurt as much as self-discust."

"If it would save him, I would gladly meet my end, but all it would do is leave him alone in the unkown," I curled my arms around my knees, feeling more like a child rather than my true age.

"From what I've heard, that would be impossible," he sat down on the empty bed next to Crow's and smiled down at me.

I gave a sneer and held my hand out into a stray ray of sunlight coming through a window. I flexed my hand as if testing it and let my self-loathing allow the sun to start eating away at the flesh. "I'm the easiest to die," Albus shoved my hand out of the rays when it reached bone. "I'm just the hardest to kill," I flexed my healing hand and smiled up at him. "If Crow awakes, we're leaving. I thank you for your hospitality, but I won't let there be a chance that he could attack anyone. Give us three days. If he doesn't wake by then, he never will," Albus gave me a nod of understanding and set down a bag I had neglected to notice him carrying.

"Either way, you are still welcome here. Whenever you are ready," he carefully got to his feet and nodded again before he left. Ka had squeezed passed Albus before the door had clossed and perched on my shoulder. He didn't speak, squawk or chatter, just bowed his head adn hunkered down as if to sleep.

I sat and waited, somewhere betwen sleep and consiousness, able to hear every step and heartbeat of those that passed. The first night there was a large rustle of steps adn voices s kids came to see if Crow was ok. I cracked as eye open and saw that it was most of Lupin's class, those that had seen what had happened and a few strays that must've heard the story and came to see if it realy happened. "Is it true?"

"What?" I growled and didn't even feel like smirking when they backed away from the bed.

"That you were,"

"Pinned to the wall,"

"And haven't,"

"A scratch,"

"On you?"

"Sorry, they put a tell all spell on me," I looked overat Ron and noticed that the two that had been speaking were identical.

"Yes, I was staked, no, I'm not injured and I don't wish to speak anymore," I closed my eyes and listened to them leave.